Glimpses of a Forgotten Past: Reunite by Child of the Faeries
Part 3: I'm sorry I haven't written this is such a long time.....and I decided to change the title. Jun and the others begin to realize what they must do if they want to survive, and Jun is confronted by some of Lord Souldramon's henchmen
Stirring the ashes aimlessly, I surveyed the campsite. Jim was leaning against a tree, talking to his Digimon. Sam had finally fallen asleep, his blue hair falling gently over his face. As for Michael and Gennai, I could only guess where they were.
"What is wrong, Jun?" Parrotmon asked quietly, resting her green wing on my shoulder. "You look sad."
"I just.... I guess I miss my family," I admitted softly. I am never thought that I would miss my dopey brother and annoying parents, but now that they were gone.....
"I am sorry, Jun. But what is a family?" she said, her voice puzzled. "Here in the Digital World we do not have families."
"A family is a group of people that you live with and grow to love. Sometimes you don't think you love then, but it turns out that they're the only people that will help you in times of troubles."
Parrotmon looked thoughtful for a moment. "Are we a family, then? All of you children and your Digimon?"
"I....guess you could call us that," I said, lost in thought. We were a family, in one sense. We five were the only hope for this world, the only hope our new friends had. The only people we could rely on were ourselves, and if one person suffered, the whole team suffered. "Thank you, Parrotmon," I said softly, stroking her feathers gently. "Thank you for opening my eyes."
My wise friend smiled. "Shall we go find Michael, then?" she asked, leaning towards the ground. "Climb on my back and I will take you to him."
Grabbing fistfuls of feathers, I climbed onto Parrotmon's back, fearful for my life. She flapped her wings, rising gently into the air, and I let out a yell. "I never did like flying," I muttered apologetically.
"How can you not like flying?" my Digimon asked, swooping downwards. "Flying gives me liberty- the freedom to breathe. Forget your fears and just enjoy the rush of the wind through your hair, Jun. Look at the beautiful sky, filled with dancing clouds. Don't you wish you could reach up and touch them?
Fear consumed me, but I nodded my head. "I used to lay on my back with my brother and name all of the shapes we saw in the clouds. We always wished we could taste them, to see if they really tasted like cotton candy."
Parrotmon laughed, soaring upwards. "Then taste the clouds, my friend." She took my higher, until the air around us was filled with mist. Sticking out my tongue, I caught some of the cloud in my mouth, laughing.
"It tickles," I said, a huge smile on my face. Parrotmon danced through the clouds a bit more before settling back down on the earth. "Thank you, Parrotmon," I said softly, throwing my arms around her.
"You are welcome," she replied absentmindedly. "Now don't you need to talk to Michael?"
Scanning the area, I didn't see him anywhere in sight. "Where is that foul boy?" I grumbled, walking into the woods. Reaching the shoreline, I heard voices and ducked out of sight.
"It's just.... I don't think I belong here, Seadramon. I don't have any friends, and no one likes me. It's not my fault I don't fit in! Mom has always pushed for me to be the best and now I don't know how to relate to people," Michael said brokenly, and I thought I heard him choke back some tears. "It seems like the only person I can trust here is you."
Suddenly, I felt bad. It was my fault that no one had befriended the poor blond boy. From the instant I laid eyes on him, I had despised him. Hated him unjustly, because I didn't even stop to learn his name or what he was like.
"Michael?" I called out softly, approaching him. Seadramon dove underwater, and Michael quickly wiped the tears from his eyes.
"What to you want?" he questioned, anger in his voice.
"I just wanted to say......I'm sorry. I never should have treated you the way I did. It was unfair of me."
"And why did you come to this conclusion?" he said, unsure if my apology was genuine or not.
"We're like a family here. Every single one of us has to look out for the others. If even one of us fails, it could mean the death of another." I paused. "Don't you see? People in families fight, but they never give up on one another. We need to set aside our differences and work together, like a team. Can we do that?" I asked, hope in my voice.
Michael looked at the ground. "I....I guess," he muttered and I smiled.
"Thank you. Will you come back to camp now?" I asked, standing up. "Parrotmon can give us a ride."
"I'll just ride on Seadramon," Michael said, splashing his hand in the water. Seadramon appeared immediately, and Michael slid unto his back. "I'll see you back at the camp, okay?"
"Okay." I watched the two of them swim off, and felt happiness in my heart. If only I could reunite the entire group.
Back at camp, I smiled when I saw Jim and Michael talking. I didn't really know Jim, but I respected him for making friends with the outcast.
"I see you talked to Michael," Sam said from behind me, and I jumped. "I'm glad you guys were able to work through it."
I kicked the dirt, looking at the ground. "Yeah well, united we stand, divided we fall. It wasn't a hard decision."
"You're cute when you're embarrassed," Sam said, a small smile playing on his face. I blushed and walked away.
I headed for the woods, intent on finding something to eat. Parrotmon tried to follow, but I told her to stay at camp. My stomach growled as I picked through the trees. Everyone now and then I heard a whisper, and I stopped, but no one was there. "I don't like this," I whispered nervously, looking around. "I think someone is here-"
"How observant," a voice called from the darkness. "Now we'll capture this rebel leader and bring her to Lord Souldramon." A group of fireball Digimon appeared out of the darkness.
"Who are you?" I cried, my heart thumping wildly. "Why do you want to hurt me?"
The largest of them stepped forward. "We are Meramon, fierce fighting Digimon that are extremely loyal. We were sent here to capture the weak children and bring them to our master so he may use them as he pleases." They circled me, their eyes glowing like embers in the dark woods.
"Fire ball!" the leader called as a flare of fire was thrown towards me. Another and another was thrown, searing my clothes. One connected with my face and pain flashed through my body,blinding me. I fell to the ground.
"Help me!" I called softly, whimpering from the pain. "Someone..... anyone....."
"Solar ray!" a male voice called, and a shimmer of white light hit a few of the Meramon. They shrieked and jumped back, afraid. Another beam of light hit the leader, and he stumbled.
"Retreat! Back to the Master's lair!" he cried, and the fiery Digimon turned and ran through the woods. As the leader stormed by, he hissed in my ear," The Master cannot control a soul without fear."
All was quiet for a moment, before Gennai's face appeared above mine. "Are you okay, Jun?" he asked quietly, cradling me in his large arms. "If I wasn't here today.... you could have been captured."
I couldn't find the words to express how grateful I was to him. "I'm sorry I made you angry," I whispered, my body numb from the pain.
"It doesn't matter," he said softly, picking me up. "Hang on to Centarumon's back and we'll get you to camp safely. Careful, buddy.... she's hurt pretty bad."
When we arrived back at camp, Sam and Gennai laid me on a soft patch of grass. Jim stood up and approached my side. In an instant, Frigimon had disappeared into the woods, gathering herbs that would heal the burn and take away the pain. Michael hovered in the distance, worried about me.
"That was a close call," Jim said softly as he rubbed a salve on my burnt face. "If Gennai hadn't come along...."
"I know," I muttered. "I won't ever go anywhere without Parrotmon again."
The others left, giving me time to rest. Sam smiled as he walked by with Michael. "You're still gorgeous."
I tried to smile, but my face hurt. I could barely move.Thoughts swirled in my head. I could have died.
And what did the Meramon mean when he told me that the Master couldn't control a soul without fear?
Was that a way to beat him?
Part 3: I'm sorry I haven't written this is such a long time.....and I decided to change the title. Jun and the others begin to realize what they must do if they want to survive, and Jun is confronted by some of Lord Souldramon's henchmen
Stirring the ashes aimlessly, I surveyed the campsite. Jim was leaning against a tree, talking to his Digimon. Sam had finally fallen asleep, his blue hair falling gently over his face. As for Michael and Gennai, I could only guess where they were.
"What is wrong, Jun?" Parrotmon asked quietly, resting her green wing on my shoulder. "You look sad."
"I just.... I guess I miss my family," I admitted softly. I am never thought that I would miss my dopey brother and annoying parents, but now that they were gone.....
"I am sorry, Jun. But what is a family?" she said, her voice puzzled. "Here in the Digital World we do not have families."
"A family is a group of people that you live with and grow to love. Sometimes you don't think you love then, but it turns out that they're the only people that will help you in times of troubles."
Parrotmon looked thoughtful for a moment. "Are we a family, then? All of you children and your Digimon?"
"I....guess you could call us that," I said, lost in thought. We were a family, in one sense. We five were the only hope for this world, the only hope our new friends had. The only people we could rely on were ourselves, and if one person suffered, the whole team suffered. "Thank you, Parrotmon," I said softly, stroking her feathers gently. "Thank you for opening my eyes."
My wise friend smiled. "Shall we go find Michael, then?" she asked, leaning towards the ground. "Climb on my back and I will take you to him."
Grabbing fistfuls of feathers, I climbed onto Parrotmon's back, fearful for my life. She flapped her wings, rising gently into the air, and I let out a yell. "I never did like flying," I muttered apologetically.
"How can you not like flying?" my Digimon asked, swooping downwards. "Flying gives me liberty- the freedom to breathe. Forget your fears and just enjoy the rush of the wind through your hair, Jun. Look at the beautiful sky, filled with dancing clouds. Don't you wish you could reach up and touch them?
Fear consumed me, but I nodded my head. "I used to lay on my back with my brother and name all of the shapes we saw in the clouds. We always wished we could taste them, to see if they really tasted like cotton candy."
Parrotmon laughed, soaring upwards. "Then taste the clouds, my friend." She took my higher, until the air around us was filled with mist. Sticking out my tongue, I caught some of the cloud in my mouth, laughing.
"It tickles," I said, a huge smile on my face. Parrotmon danced through the clouds a bit more before settling back down on the earth. "Thank you, Parrotmon," I said softly, throwing my arms around her.
"You are welcome," she replied absentmindedly. "Now don't you need to talk to Michael?"
Scanning the area, I didn't see him anywhere in sight. "Where is that foul boy?" I grumbled, walking into the woods. Reaching the shoreline, I heard voices and ducked out of sight.
"It's just.... I don't think I belong here, Seadramon. I don't have any friends, and no one likes me. It's not my fault I don't fit in! Mom has always pushed for me to be the best and now I don't know how to relate to people," Michael said brokenly, and I thought I heard him choke back some tears. "It seems like the only person I can trust here is you."
Suddenly, I felt bad. It was my fault that no one had befriended the poor blond boy. From the instant I laid eyes on him, I had despised him. Hated him unjustly, because I didn't even stop to learn his name or what he was like.
"Michael?" I called out softly, approaching him. Seadramon dove underwater, and Michael quickly wiped the tears from his eyes.
"What to you want?" he questioned, anger in his voice.
"I just wanted to say......I'm sorry. I never should have treated you the way I did. It was unfair of me."
"And why did you come to this conclusion?" he said, unsure if my apology was genuine or not.
"We're like a family here. Every single one of us has to look out for the others. If even one of us fails, it could mean the death of another." I paused. "Don't you see? People in families fight, but they never give up on one another. We need to set aside our differences and work together, like a team. Can we do that?" I asked, hope in my voice.
Michael looked at the ground. "I....I guess," he muttered and I smiled.
"Thank you. Will you come back to camp now?" I asked, standing up. "Parrotmon can give us a ride."
"I'll just ride on Seadramon," Michael said, splashing his hand in the water. Seadramon appeared immediately, and Michael slid unto his back. "I'll see you back at the camp, okay?"
"Okay." I watched the two of them swim off, and felt happiness in my heart. If only I could reunite the entire group.
Back at camp, I smiled when I saw Jim and Michael talking. I didn't really know Jim, but I respected him for making friends with the outcast.
"I see you talked to Michael," Sam said from behind me, and I jumped. "I'm glad you guys were able to work through it."
I kicked the dirt, looking at the ground. "Yeah well, united we stand, divided we fall. It wasn't a hard decision."
"You're cute when you're embarrassed," Sam said, a small smile playing on his face. I blushed and walked away.
I headed for the woods, intent on finding something to eat. Parrotmon tried to follow, but I told her to stay at camp. My stomach growled as I picked through the trees. Everyone now and then I heard a whisper, and I stopped, but no one was there. "I don't like this," I whispered nervously, looking around. "I think someone is here-"
"How observant," a voice called from the darkness. "Now we'll capture this rebel leader and bring her to Lord Souldramon." A group of fireball Digimon appeared out of the darkness.
"Who are you?" I cried, my heart thumping wildly. "Why do you want to hurt me?"
The largest of them stepped forward. "We are Meramon, fierce fighting Digimon that are extremely loyal. We were sent here to capture the weak children and bring them to our master so he may use them as he pleases." They circled me, their eyes glowing like embers in the dark woods.
"Fire ball!" the leader called as a flare of fire was thrown towards me. Another and another was thrown, searing my clothes. One connected with my face and pain flashed through my body,blinding me. I fell to the ground.
"Help me!" I called softly, whimpering from the pain. "Someone..... anyone....."
"Solar ray!" a male voice called, and a shimmer of white light hit a few of the Meramon. They shrieked and jumped back, afraid. Another beam of light hit the leader, and he stumbled.
"Retreat! Back to the Master's lair!" he cried, and the fiery Digimon turned and ran through the woods. As the leader stormed by, he hissed in my ear," The Master cannot control a soul without fear."
All was quiet for a moment, before Gennai's face appeared above mine. "Are you okay, Jun?" he asked quietly, cradling me in his large arms. "If I wasn't here today.... you could have been captured."
I couldn't find the words to express how grateful I was to him. "I'm sorry I made you angry," I whispered, my body numb from the pain.
"It doesn't matter," he said softly, picking me up. "Hang on to Centarumon's back and we'll get you to camp safely. Careful, buddy.... she's hurt pretty bad."
When we arrived back at camp, Sam and Gennai laid me on a soft patch of grass. Jim stood up and approached my side. In an instant, Frigimon had disappeared into the woods, gathering herbs that would heal the burn and take away the pain. Michael hovered in the distance, worried about me.
"That was a close call," Jim said softly as he rubbed a salve on my burnt face. "If Gennai hadn't come along...."
"I know," I muttered. "I won't ever go anywhere without Parrotmon again."
The others left, giving me time to rest. Sam smiled as he walked by with Michael. "You're still gorgeous."
I tried to smile, but my face hurt. I could barely move.Thoughts swirled in my head. I could have died.
And what did the Meramon mean when he told me that the Master couldn't control a soul without fear?
Was that a way to beat him?